How I Got Into Men's Mental Health, Part 2: Alchemy

In addition to my hobby, I happen to have a very particular “fun little quirk” about me:

A very fucking loud messianic complex.

And by “loud,” I mean…

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…pathological.

There is a very large, very loud, very panicked chunk of my soul that is constantly SCREAMING at me:

“THE WORLD SUCKS BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT FIXING IT. YOU. YOU, PERSONALLY, ALICE. FIX IT. FIX IT NOW BEFORE IT GETS WORSE. IF THE WORLD SUCKS, IT’S BECAUSE YOU SUCK AT FIXING IT, ALICE.”

I have attended… roughly 6 years now of therapy religiously every single week.

I’ve been on meds.

I’m still on meds.

I consciously, mathematically, logically know that I cannot fix the world.

The pathological messianic complex will. not. budge.

A whole lot of very smart people have tried literally everything they can think of on me and it has not moved an inch.

Other things have.

Other things have moved a lot.

Just not that one very specific, small little detail.

So, there’s that.

Nobody can save the whole fucking world.

But all of us can potentially help one little piece of it be a little bit better one day at a time.

And my internal drive to do that……………. is screaming.

All the time.

All day.

Every single day of my life since before I can remember.

So.

When you put it all together, you get:

Messianic complex.

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Large male audience / following that was already accidentally built in.

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Loneliness epidemic.

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Our culture effectively banning men from mental health for some absolutely idiotic reason.

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A few other things sprinkled into the mix just for fun…

= run a men’s mental health community.

Viola.

People have been recursively asking me for the last 2 - 3 years why I’m so fucking intent on trying to run a men’s mental health community that actually moves the needle for the men who are in it…

…well, there you go.

That’s why.